I'm just a worthless waste of space, Nothing goes right and it never will. The world I built has turned to dust. Despair and misery are all I can feel. Who am I? What's the point of this life? My groans are pouring out like water from this wretched weak and pitiful frame. I know I have no future here, But I will hold onto you. When everything I worked for withers up and collapses and all my best endeavors are worthless defeats, and all they would have gotten me anyway is empty vanity that rots to nothing - everything I do washed away by the waves, building sand castles with the tide coming in; the one pure thing that lasts is service to you; I want to make this count. So give me love, make me whole. Let my time be worth something at all. Give me love, make me whole. Restore my hope.